Shenandoah considered that
sage maverick a fortunate find,
her cherub-cheeked ass certainly
didn't match her firebrand disposition,
Shenandoah's womanly fire burned the old
Western map, those bastards'l never find
that old Ghost town, the sage maverick'n
Shenandoah's pillow talk about how they were
bein' tracked by the lawless pricks over Tin
Cup Pass, these women had no intention of switching tracks, Shenandoah f***ed her, then tattooed the old Western map on the firebrand's cherub-cheeked ass,
the gold nugget stamped on the sage maverick's left
cheek, hiding the assayer's precise location in her
crack, the only woman to autograph her name on her
piece of art, the sage maverick,

Shenandoah would have
to defend the sage maverick,
for she started the train down
the track long ago, their kisses
as hot as Wells Fargo, moaning with
desire loud enough not to hear the train
robbers jump aboard, just before the conductor
pulled the bell cord to stop, the sage maverick's
orgasm halted the train, "Cover your ass!"

And so...the moral
of this lesbian poetic
tale is...when you have
a good woman who is also
a good piece of ass, she
is a rare nugget which is
hard to find these days, and
when they ask to see your art
portfolio...know that you, my love,
are already rich...